| Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503–42). The Poetical Works. 1880. | | | | Odes | | The Lover describeth his being taken with sight of his Love |
| | | UNWARILY so was never no man caught, | |
| With steadfast look upon a goodly face, | |
| As I of late: for suddenly, methought, | |
| My heart was torn out of his place. | |
| Though mine eye the stroke from hers did slide, | 5 |
| And down directly to my heart it ran; | |
| In help whereof the blood did glide, | |
| And left my face both pale and wan. | |
| Then was I like a man for woe amazed, | |
| Or like the fowl that fleeth into the fire; | 10 |
| For while that I upon her beauty gazed, | |
| The more I burn’d in my desire. | |
| Anon the blood start in my face again, | |
| Inflam’d with heat, that it had at my heart, | |
| And brought therewith, throughout in every vein, | 15 |
| A quaking heat with pleasant smart. | |
| Then was I like the straw, when that the flame | |
| Is driven therein by force and rage of wind; | |
| I cannot tell, alas, what I shall blame, | |
| Nor what to seek, nor what to find. | 20 |
| But well I wot the grief doth hold me sore | |
| In heat and cold, betwixt both hope and dread. | |
| That, but her help to health doth me restore, | |
| This restless life I may not lead. | | | | |
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